Friday, January 2, 2015

Walking through the woods

Walking through the woods,
Are you lost or in search of any light,
Oh my pretty soul,
Or have you found something
And wonder its meaning.

Looking into the river,
Is it just an image
Or is there something more in the reflection
Or do you feel like a Narcissus
Lost in its own beauty.

A mere reflection
Or an burning image of reality?
A newness of youth
Or beginning of maturity?
I search for the answer in this serenity...




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